FakeNovelChapter 1019: "Tell me, what should I not know about?" Ellis closed the distance, enfolding Freya completely in his warm embrace.
Freya instinctively attempted to retreat, only to discover the unyielding wall behind her, leaving no path for escape.
Their friends, sensing the private nature of the moment, tactfully withdrew from the scene.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithin moments, the corridor emptied, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of charged silence.
"Hmm?" Ellis prompted, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. Freya's eyes betrayed a flicker of unease beneath their brightness.
"It's nothing." "Not embracing honesty, are we?" "Truly, it's nothing significant." "Truth always serves us best." Ellis traced the contour of her lips with his thumb, his touch deliberately sensual and teasing.
Noting the haze of intoxication clouding his judgment, Freya fabricated an explanation. “I stumbled coming out of the restroom earlier. I didn't want to cause you concern, so I asked them to maintain secrecy." "Clumsy." Ellis tapped her forehead with gentle affection, his inebriation blending with genuine tenderness. "Where did the injury occur?" Freya extended her arm with reluctance. "Just here, but the fall was insignificant-it doesn't cause any discomfort." Ellis leaned down and blew softly against her skin, a gesture overflowing with gentle consideration.
Stay updated on gvlFreya remained motionless, transfixed, her gaze deepening as she observed the man who lavished such attention upon her. Had he actually believed her transparent fabrication? "Does it still hurt?" Ellis inquired, his expression as guileless as a child's.
Freya shook her head in denial, but her eyes remained fixed on his slightly flushed countenance.
An irresistible impulse seized her, and she suddenly yearned to touch his face.
Raising her hand to his smooth cheek, she couldn't resist pinching it gently, marveling at the pleasant sensation beneath her fingertips.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEllis's unfathomable eyes grew even more enigmatic as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to an enticing purr. "My face remains exclusively for my girlfriend's affectionate touches." "I am your girlfriend," she reminded him softly.
"Kiss me," he requested simply.
At this direct request, a delicate blush painted her cheeks. “Has alcohol clouded your senses?" She pinched his cheek again, finding his current vulnerability unexpectedly endearing.
Ellis shook his head, his articulation surprisingly coherent. "Not at all." A subtle smile curved her lips.
Clearly, intoxication had taken hold, yet his pride wouldn't permit om acknowledgment.
"Not intoxicated then," Freya conceded, though her gaze-continued to linger appreciatively on his features. "Shall I escort you home?"
Instead of answering, Ellis pointed meaningfully to the spot on his face ve where her fingers had just been.
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